✈ day one, spam

[diealone]

[Spam for the Hallway on Level One]

[It's like... a record skipping, or car breaks giving out just as you hit a patch of black ice. One minute, he's racing away from gunfire, dragging Sayid along with him, glancing back over his shoulder to track the progress of the van, knowing they're going to make it because this is what they were supposed to do, this was going to fix everything-

And then he... trips? Something hits him? He's not really sure, but whichever it is, he winds up face down in a hallway.

It's not exactly the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, but it still throws him off, makes him think what now before pushing himself up enough to look around, try to get his bearings back.]

Sayid!

[He's alone. Sayid's nowhere in sight, and neither is the van, or Hurley, or Jin or Miles. He pushes himself to his feet, and realizes he has less than no idea where he is. If it's somewhere in the Barracks, he's never been there before, and why would he have wound up here?

Was it a flash? It didn't seem like what the others had told him about, and if it was, why was he the only one who skipped ahead? Why would it have been a flash in the first place? Where the hell is he? He has to set off the bomb.

He's wearing a beige jumpsuit with JACK, WORKMAN stitched into the left pocket and a black and white octagonal patch above that with the word DHARMA in the center. There's a large red gash on his forehead that looks mostly scabbed over, a cloth bag tied around his waist, and he's sweaty, out of breath and desperate looking as he casts about, struggling to process what the hell is going on.]

Sayid? Hello?

[ooc: Multiples and fuzzy time welcome. c:]

Comments

[enchangement]

...dead? Dying. Have died.

[diealone]

Is everyone here dead?

[Not. That that makes any amount of sense to him - he still doesn't know how he feels about the afterlife - but. She seems remarkably okay with the fact that he's apparently a dead man.]

[enchangement]

Only the ones who don't choose to come here.

It's a prison. [ Sorry Jack. ]

[diealone]

[He doesn't understand. It kind of feels like the ground's been ripped out from underneath him.]

Why am I here?

[enchangement]

[ River gives a little shrug. ]

Because you died. Because you have something to fix within yourself.

[diealone]

[He knows that. He does. He's known that for... forever, it feels like, and that's why he'd gone back to the Island. That was the whole point, so that he could fix everything, but now he was here? How was he supposed to fix anything if he's stuck here?

He turns away from River and lets out an overwhelmed, angry breath. He feels like he wants to hit something, or cry and he just. Doesn't know what he's supposed to do. What else was he supposed to fix by being here?]

[enchangement]

[ River watches this with great hesitance. On the one hand he's clearly upset, and for good reason. No one likes hearing or knowing they've died, especially with tasks left unfinished. On the other she has no idea how to improve that for him, so she just...

Stares.

For a bit. ]

Sorry.

[diealone]

[He takes a deep breath. Counts to five.

It doesn't really help, but he feels like he can choke something else out.]

I doubt it's your fault.

[enchangement]

[ River folds her arms across herself and watches him warily, before she turns on her heel and gives into the impulse to run. Just. Far from this distressed person, she cannot handle him right now.

It's nothing personal Jack. ]

[diealone]

[He... probably isn't going to take it personally? He's still more confused than anything else, and upset, and so he doesn't try to follow her, or tell her to stop, even if he still has questions that need answers.

He might cobble together something resembling an apology if their paths cross again, though.]